of broken dreams

Cast to a sea of darkness.
No one to hold but the night.
I fear my emptiness.

This night grave: 
sweat soiled sheets,
snug shroud, damp tomb.
No dreams to escape fear.

I scream despair for love
once caressed and held.
But no one answers.  No one is there.

Deep sigh, clutch pillow,  
four long, dark hours
of  broken dreams.
Tears run sidelong to my pillow. 


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6`16-83 / 3-14-13